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The infirmary smelled of herbs and damp cloth, the walls built from ancient stone, making it cooler than I’d expected it to be as Elian carried me inside. The building housed lots of rooms, which I assumed were similar to the hospital rooms back home. I was the only one in the room Elian took me to, the light from the flames of a fire in the fireplace made willowy shadows all across the room. And at the center of it all was a bed, better than any I had ever seen. Except for the one in our bedroom, of course. I was slowly getting used to the fact that Valentis was pretty fancy. For a place that looked…old. It could pass for something straight out of a book. Oh, right, this is a book so that makes total sense. I sighed softly, leaning more into Elian as he slowly eased me onto the bed. His
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